Letra da Música Epilogue: Some Things Man Was Not Meant To Know de The Darkest Of The Hillside Thickets

Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t swim alone. Don’t take the dicey shortcut. Don’t turn the stone. Don’t tell a secret. Don’t fall behind.
Don’t let the Great Race of Yith supplant your mind.
Don’t wrack your memory. Don’t blaze the trail. Don’t pine for primeval jungles. Don’t pierce the veil. Don’t look for answers years down the road. Don’t copy down the glyphs that your visions showed.
Are these dreams a clutch of stifled memories? Was there something in my mind?
Don’t clean the mirror. Don’t be surprised when your reflection seems like a pack of lies. Don’t ask the inmates what it’s about. Don’t cry in the library when you find out.
Are these dreams a clutch of stifled memories? Was there something in my mind? There are things they say man was not meant to know.
Is this shadow out of time?